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We know you've been waiting for it. Heck, many of you have been begging for it.
We've been hard at work trying to serve up a hot slice of yuletide cheer for you. We think we've succeeded.
This time around we're going to do things a bit differently. You can have it FOR FREE!
Over the course of the next two weeks we will release a new track every day from a Pseudoscience Records artist or a close friend of ours.
Remember, this is for free, but if you feel like throwing a few bucks our way for the effort, well gee, who would we be to deny you the pleasure of giving such a gift?
We're very proud of Volume One, and we've tried really hard to outdo ourselves with Volume Two. Let us know if we hit the mark.

Christmas day is coming fast,
and Santa's gonna kick your ass!
He's waiting for you after class
and the elves are cheering
Fight Fight Fight!

He's brought a bag of boxing mitts.
He's lacing up his jolly fists.
Santa can take all your hits,
and the elves keep cheering
Fight Fight Fight Fight!

That's how Rudolph got a bloody nose.
It may be red but it doesn't glow.
Santa won't you leave my friends alone?
Just leave the presents out in the snow!

Track Name: John Davey - Home In a Midwest Minute

well I wore that sweater, the one Torrie bought me
the one that feels like terrycloth
and I smiled and I closed my eyes just a little
'cause I don't think that's the one that I'd have got

and I slept and I dreamt of ginger and honey
and a place by the fire that was warm
and I dreamt that we joined a roman catholic choir
dressed in finery and form

so I'm comin' home from where I roam
with all my just-in-cases
I'll see my kin, my tens of them
with yuletide on their faces

with nightcaps and flashlights the carolers sang like
this would be the last chance that they'd get
and if neighbors were delighted, why they'd be invited
inside for a whiskey at best

New York is fun, but I for one
I dreamed of wider spaces
and stars in eyes of friends of mine
with yuletide on their faces

Track Name: YEARS - Hang Our Hopes

This year more than I could say that I grew.
More than I could swear I finally knew.
If its a choice, I'm not sure what I'd choose.

Its true. Outside the snow falls gently on the roof.
In the streets the cars carve out the grooves.
A song hangs in the air sung out of tune.

But, oh, when its real it can heal, it can kill, but it will not lie down.
I know. I've had it once, it was enough, but everyone who's found their love will join their hands and sing what's left for me: the minor keys.

You hide out in the air in my room.
You fill my mouth and fall out of it too,
But in the light you linger out of view.

So it goes, uproot a tree and put it in your home.
Cut down after its had its time to grow.
From its branches we can hang our hopes.